Adrien Agreste was a pouter.
Granted, he had been at this photoshoot for well over six hours, without the warmth of one of the Cheng's wonderful fresh baked croissants nor Marinette's too-tight hugs.
Still, it was rather unprofessional to have his bottom lip puffed out and irritation and childlike fatigue glinting in his eyes.
Ow! The brush hit another tangle; his little blond ponytail wasn't near as silky-smooth as it looked. That fan had really done a number on his hair, in which he wouldn't have minded, except the knots were hard to reach and he refused to let any one of his stylists try and get them out. With the brushes, they werelethal.
Whimpering all the way, the boy drug the silver comb along the underside of the ratted ponytail, praying for a smooth trail.
"You know you're doing it wrong."
A giggle and a hug later, Marinette held the silver comb in hand, picking at the little knots with the sharp edge.
"You're holding it upside down, My Lady." Adrien stared at the girl in the mirror. She stood behind his seat, tongue stuck out to the side and a determined curve to her brows. The girl simply ignored him, continuing to flick the end of the comb along his ponytail. She was so different from when they'd first been dating; barely blushing when he spoke, never nervous to deliver a couple kisses to his forehead, and refusing to baby him.
He dared say he slightly missed it.
"Ow!" The boy yanked away, pulling his limp little ponytail to the front and cradling it like a newborn child. "That hurts." Wide eyed with a look of disbelief, he stared at the girl. Sapphire eyes glimmering with victory beneath the fan of full lashes, and she only giggled and kissed the top of his head.
"Oh don't be so skiddish, kitten." She murmured between his locks, fingers trailing gently over the sides of his neck. The boy's bottom lip wavered at her, reluctantly feeling the perfect waves. Well, maybe she was right. "Anyway, I brought you lunch."
Lunch? Emerald eyes lit like Christmas lights, and he tilted back so he could wrap his arms around her waist, his cheek nuzzling her stomach. "Mari! You're the best."
"Yeah yeah." She giggled, the little vibrations in her stomach sending flutters to her heart. "Eat your croissant."